Poem August 9, 1952 Issue

SUBSTANCE

Estelle Dale

True wealth lies not in compass of a coin,
Nor can be measured in a formal sign.
Wealth is God's love outpoured upon His own;
Wealth is His grace, His peace, fullness divine.

Then murmur not, my heart, at empty purse
Or mocking figures on a balance sheet;
Eternal substance seek in holy work.
Your present wealth is Love expressed, complete.

Estelle Dale

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